About me

I am red. I am classic. I am not embarrassed. My blushing cheeks are not of red anxiety, but fierce red passion. I embrace heat: sunburn or rhetoric. I am the vigor of youth and the satisfaction of wisdom. I am an ever-beating heart. I am fall leaves- sudden and rarely subtle. I am stunning. I wear red nail polish. I do not like; I love. I love blood. It reminds me that I am human and vulnerable. I love full tender lips. I believe in love. I believe in trust. My red blood is royal. Prince Charming is real. I am a connoisseur of living; we are the best kind of company to keep. I dislike anger, rashes, and stains. I dislike the red anger of hate, the blinding nature of rash judgment, and the stain of pride. I dislike pessimism and cynicism, communism and racism. I abhor deception: blind folds, secrets, half-truths, and fake smiles. I dream bold. I dream of perfect men. I sometimes dream in black and white. Sometimes I dream in Spanish, sometimes in Mandarin. I don’t speak Chinese. My letter is scarlet. I willingly disobey. I will never bridle my passion. I am always in bloom. I have no need for rouge. The pink in my cheeks is passion. It always burns.